What Happens When You Think In The Garden


I went outside at dusk, when you have to squint to see. The spring air was breezy and my poor husband sneezed away in the corner, digging in the hard pan, trying to kill the sprinkler monster that has taken over our front lawn.

I ignored his allergic noises and smelled the jasmine in the air, and gazed lovingly at my Iceland Poppies that have held on to their majesty despite (or perhaps, because of) constant picks from a chubby little boy hand.
I waxed poetic while looking at my Petunias and I was just starting to dream big dreams about the Salvia when I was rudely interrupted by a mosquito on my arm. I brushed it away mid bite and returned to the indoors where everything is safe and windless and bug free (generally).
When you think you’re safe, enclosed by four walls and an air conditioning unit, you miss out on the breeze in your hair and flowers that exude bloom and intoxicating scent. It is when you go outside and live and breathe and battle mosquitoes that you know you are somewhere real.
I’m in a contemplative mood tonight, and I blame Thomas Merton, who writes over my head and makes me cry. I’m thinking about how much of my life I spend running from reality because it bites me and sucks my blood. I’m wondering if I should be running?

Mankind cannot bear too much reality” –T.S. Eliot
And in the Springtime, reality calls us all. It is the season of new life, and explosive blooms and renewal, and green grass. And we all want to be alive, but sometimes not enough to lose some blood.
“The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.”
Psalm 19
But what are we hiding in our houses from exactly? Not just mosquitoes perhaps. Perhaps we are hiding from the ultimate reality that is found when we recognize that we are weak, mosquito ridden messes, and He loves us despite ourselves.



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8 thoughts on “What Happens When You Think In The Garden

  1. “It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,” he used to say. “You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.
    J.R.R. Tolkien

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  2. This Ozarks farm chick just gets swept away when I go out my door. The flowers call me…I have an illness I've termed OCFD ( obsessive compulsive flower disorder) Before I retired I always said it was better to deadhead a flower than a student. I am lost in my gardens and feel one with God.

    God bless ya'll from the sunny hills and hollers of the Missouri Ponderosa!!!

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  3. Wow!!!!! I love this. “And in the Springtime, reality calls us all. It is the season of new life, and explosive blooms and renewal, and green grass. And we all want to be alive, but sometimes not enough to lose some blood.” I'm glad I came to visit your word garden today. (thanks for stopping by mine, too!) –Godspeed, Elizabeth

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